"I do not know this Occitan, Sir. But I know Argot. Know it like the back of my hand - better than French almost, and English; that I know only a few words of. Here, I do not understand how everyone understands, for Monsieur Howard says that he cannot speak French."
But that is a dilemma for another day. She knows she can communicate in French. Did Alex not speak it to her? And Draco had hissed it in her ear as she died. Which meant that speaking Argot was possible here. Still, she had to smile, and smile sadly, at his statement, as noble as his intentions had been.
"Do you not see, Sir? Here, we are all thieves and murderers, every one of us. I am afraid, Sir, as I did when I was a child of eight or nine, you have lost your status and you have to act now, to live. It is naturally your language, for we are all like me and my family now."
She began to laugh then. Just a little. Her hoarse voice rang with mirth as she chuckled bitterly, laughing at him, mourning their position, what could not be.
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But that is a dilemma for another day. She knows she can communicate in French. Did Alex not speak it to her? And Draco had hissed it in her ear as she died. Which meant that speaking Argot was possible here. Still, she had to smile, and smile sadly, at his statement, as noble as his intentions had been.
"Do you not see, Sir? Here, we are all thieves and murderers, every one of us. I am afraid, Sir, as I did when I was a child of eight or nine, you have lost your status and you have to act now, to live. It is naturally your language, for we are all like me and my family now."
She began to laugh then. Just a little. Her hoarse voice rang with mirth as she chuckled bitterly, laughing at him, mourning their position, what could not be.